How many don't communicate with their parents?

Before my mom passed i talked to her almost everyday, my dad always lived in the same area but was never really in my life. As you can see by the numerous Youtube/Worldstar videos these attention-whoring parents are uploading of them beating up and/or calling their kids all kinds of bitches, niggas and hoes there are some really shitty parents out there.
 
I had both my parents growing up, pretty decent relationships. My mom tho, she dont know when I need her support the most. Her father left her when she was a little girl, so she had a lot of issues from that, and takes it out on me whenever I am not doing exactly what she wants me to do. Therefore, as much as I want to be honest and open about major issues with her, I cant. She's usually the last to know, if its up to me to tell her.
 
My oldest son (my nephew whom I raised since he was 9 months) was born crack addicted in a penitentiary. He's going on 24. He doesn't speak to his mother often. Ever blue moon in fact. The problem is she wont tell him who his father is. I doubt she actually knows because crack made women do some foul shit but she ain't ready to speak to her reality.

Me and my wife raised him in a two parent home since he could crawl but we never hid his mother or talked down on her. Now the man wants answers. I can't give them to him, only his mother can.

It hurts me seeing him struggle with a hole in his spirit. As the man who taught him to walk, fight, ride bikes, stand up on principle and love life on your terms it hurts. But what do you do?

This man accomplished more than me at his age and is destined to do more than I ever dreamed. I support him and would give my last to make sure that he can fulfill his potential.

One thing I will not do is stand between him and his mother. I let him figure out who she is on his own because I raised a critical thinker.

Now he has seen her for who she is and he needs answers. The kind I can't give from a non biased stand point. So I simply tell him the you only got one birth mother and you got to respect her until she gives you a reason not too.

I won't even speak on how my wife feels considering that she nurtured him to the point in his life that he is now.
 
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Honestly this thread is disturbing to me, because I know blacks and whites that don't communicate with their parents and I see it on TV all the the time but I'm familiar with these screen names and I feel kind of sad now. :(
like Mayweather and his pops...lol
That was a disturbing scene
Zero to one hundred, real quick.
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My oldest son (my nephew whom I raised since he was 9 months) was born crack addicted in a penitentiary. He's going on 24. He doesn't speak to his mother often. Ever blue moon in fact. The problem is she wont tell him who his father is. I doubt she actually knows because crack made women do some foul shit but she ain't ready to speak to her reality.

Me and my wife raised him in a two parent home since he could crawl but we never hid his mother or talked down on her. Now the man wants answers. I can't give them to him, only his mother can.

It hurts me seeing him struggle with a hole in his spirit. As the man who taught him to walk, fight, ride bikes, stand up on principle and love life on your terms it hurts. But what do you do?

This man accomplished more than me at his age and is destined to do more than I ever dreamed. I support him and would give my last to make sure that he can fulfill his potential.

One thing I will not do is stand between him and his mother. I let him figure out who she is on his own because I raised a critical thinker.

Now he has seen her for who she is and he needs answers. The kind I can't give from a non biased stand point. So I simply tell him the you only got one birth mother and you got to respect her until she gives you a reason not too.

I won't even speak on how my wife feels considering that she neutered him to the point in his life that he is now.
Wow & damn. :sad:
 
The thought of not speaking to my mother or even my sister for that matter frightens me.

Will only happen when either of us passes away.
I'm jealous. I truly am. When I hear people so close to their family, parents and siblings I get jealous. What's worse, when your parents die, I wish mine could have gone in their place (well, not my moms. my brother and sister love her, but I just don't fuck with her).

My pops ain't never been good to anyone, so when one of you post about how great a dad you had and he ain't here, I wish I could give mine up so you could still have yours. This motherfucker threw my moms down the stairs, chased her down and punched her in the mouth at the bottom of the stairs (just one example of how fucked up he is).
 
My pops has passed on, but when he was alive, I talked to him on the regular. I grew up watching football on Saturday mornings on the couch with him. Also remember him taking me to air shows damn near every weekend. I talked to my mom maybe 2 or 3 times a month. Recently, she's been a bit on the unhealthy side. So now I talk to her about 3 times a week. It may sound crazy to some, but when you realize that your parents are nearing those last few years, its easy to put the bullshit aside and enjoy each other's company.
If i knew my dad was going to die from something I'd be like hold on, let me go ahead and off your ass. You know. Mercy Killing and all. I'm sure he's going to Hell. I may too but him? I know
 
My mom calls me dam neaer every day.....she just got a cell phone so now she checks on me with texts.....my dad and I speak 2 a week. We started Fam vacationing again about 3 years
Wish my dad would ask me to go on a trip with him. I'd hope it would be a camping trip. So i could get the chance to kill his ass
 
Don't speak to my dad at all. Saw him a few months ago when I was filming in Flatbush on the same street he lives on and he said some slick shit cause my cousin told him I was about to get that Netflix money and I'm doing big things in the movie biz and he ask where's his cut so I totally blanked him out that day and didn't even talk to him after I was done I wrapped up production and bounced.
 
I talk to my moms once a week. If we dont talk for more than a week, we're both scrambling to get in touch with each other. I talk alot so once a week is all she needs from me, lol.

I dont fuck wit my pops, at all. I dropped the fuck nigga like a bag of ice about 3 years ago. The older I get, the more I realize how much of a selfish, critical, condesceding, belittling, hypocritical, arrogant, insufferebly controlling, pessimistic, overly judgmental, petty, idiot piece of shit parent the nigga was.

You have to be doing exactly what he thinks is right. If shit aint being done exactly how he thinks it should be done (no matter how ignorant or stupid his p.o.v. is) you have to battle this nigga. He's the eqiuvalent to a mofo who aint got shit, neva had shit, neva did shit, but somehow has all the answers, dude dont make no sense.

Bitch ass nigga can point out and talk down on any and everything he think is wrong with the world and people in general while he tries to hide and breeze past all his wrongdoings. When one of his flaws become too obvious to ignore then its jesus time, "Aw, Jesus gone help me with that", nigga fuck you and fuck jesus too, you phaggot.

My pops was one of those old, old school mofos who thought just because he was a parent he was right by default, and probably still believes that bullshit ass bible quote "thou shall honor thy parents". Everytime I honored and followed that nigga I ended up stucked, fucked, with no luck. I end up on a dark path everytime I honor this nigga and the crazy part is, once I end up on the dark path from honoring him HE HATES ME THE MOST, dude dont make no sense. I done hit lows in life I never even thought was possible from following this fuck nigga, fuck him, he'll die cold lonely on the streets if its up to me, fuck him and fuck a funeral. The more I neutralize his influence, the more I win in life, the healthier I am.

Now days an interaction with my pops would end up just like this, and my pops wouldn't be lucky enough to get in my face like that and not get the stuffing beat out of him

 
I talk to my moms EVERYDAY!!!! you only get 1!
She lies like 2 trains on the same track!!!! She is exactly like tony sapranos mother.:dunno::smh: but I love her just the same;):grin:
 
I have a two first cousins and they haven't talked to their mom in almost 2 years, they talk to the dad but it's like the mom don't exist. My mom has tried has to find out what's the issue but no one is saying anything. I told her to stop trying that's that family's business.


Well now the dad is sick and I think they should put their differences aside and go help my aunt but my my mom and other aunt is instead.


What's the longest you gone without talking to a parent? For me a week, because she took my sister side on something, but I was missing my mom's voice too much.

Is not talking to your parents normal?
I talk to my Pops at least 3 times a week. I talk to Moms at least once a week. My boys talks to them damn near every other day especially my youngest the skyping bandit. Not speaking with your parents is tragic.
 
My real father is dead, never met real mother and the people who raised me a real set of cunts and do not have any contact with them whatsoever. When my dad was still here we hung out as much as possible. He was mad cool. I see no reason to expose myself to these horrid people who raise me.
RIP sista, I hope you and your dad are both having a ball up in heaven together.
 
I talk to my moms once a week. If we dont talk for more than a week, we're both scrambling to get in touch with each other. I talk alot so once a week is all she needs from me, lol.

I dont fuck wit my pops, at all. I dropped the fuck nigga like a bag of ice about 3 years ago. The older I get, the more I realize how much of a selfish, critical, condesceding, belittling, hypocritical, arrogant, insufferebly controlling, pessimistic, overly judgmental, petty, idiot piece of shit parent the nigga was.

You have to be doing exactly what he thinks is right. If shit aint being done exactly how he thinks it should be done (no matter how ignorant or stupid his p.o.v. is) you have to battle this nigga. He's the eqiuvalent to a mofo who aint got shit, neva had shit, neva did shit, but somehow has all the answers, dude dont make no sense.

Bitch ass nigga can point out and talk down on any and everything he think is wrong with the world and people in general while he tries to hide and breeze past all his wrongdoings. When one of his flaws become too obvious to ignore then its jesus time, "Aw, Jesus gone help me with that", nigga fuck you and fuck jesus too, you phaggot.

My pops was one of those old, old school mofos who thought just because he was a parent he was right by default, and probably still believes that bullshit ass bible quote "thou shall honor thy parents". Everytime I honored and followed that nigga I ended up stucked, fucked, with no luck. I end up on a dark path everytime I honor this nigga and the crazy part is, once I end up on the dark path from honoring him HE HATES ME THE MOST, dude dont make no sense. I done hit lows in life I never even thought was possible from following this fuck nigga, fuck him, he'll die cold lonely on the streets if its up to me, fuck him and fuck a funeral. The more I neutralize his influence, the more I win in life, the healthier I am.

Now days an interaction with my pops would end up just like this, and my pops wouldn't be lucky enough to get in my face like that and not get the stuffing beat out of him

Damn we might be half brothers cause that sounds just like my pops. Church shit and all I feel ya struggle yo I know it well.
 
Who here thinks they might benefit from talking to someone, a therapist or counselor, on a regular basis?


I guess I need to get the most out of this Obamacare before they take it away.
 
Considering cutting my dad out.

On one hand, he's been there for me. Gave me a lot of help and advice in life. Even paid my way through school and helped with my immigration. The little I have in life is mostly thanks to him and I will always be grateful for that

That being said, when my wife died three years ago my father in law stole my daughter from me. I asked my dad for help so he called him up and now the two of them are best friends.

He even gives him money to pay for her upbringing. On one hand I'm glad she's okay, but on the other that money gives him an even bigger incentive to keep her from me. When I confronted my dad about it he told me to be patient and let him work his plan.

I don't know what this "plan" is, but after three years I wouldn't even recognize my daughter if I passed her on the street. Meanwhile my ex-father-in-law flies down to my dad's house once a year to hang out. My whole family comes over to smile and take pictures with him.

A couple months ago I stayed with my dad for a few days to help him recovery from surgery. He remarked that I had "calmed down" quite a bit and invited me to come for my daughter and ex-father-in-law's upcoming visit. I told him "hell no". He then asked when I was going to settle down and start a family. I reminded him that I already had one.

The craziest part is that he made absolutely no effort to see my daughter when my wife was alive. At one point he even said he didn't need to meet her. Since she died that's his favorite grand kid.

Maybe I'm the one that's wrong and just need to get over it. On the other hand it feels like my dad might be on it.

I don't know fam. Am I tripping?

Update,

I finally got to see my daughter about a year ago. Seen her a few times since, but it's very tightly regulated.

Ex-father in law won't let me anywhere near her unless he's present. Sometimes when I ask to see her he won't even answer the phone. I wasn't even allowed to see her or call her for her birthday. Most of my presents are delivered through Amazon. In December I took her skating at the Embarcadero outdoor rink. She had a great time and asked me if I would take her to the movies. Of course I said yes. Call up for permission and got denied because I forgot to wish the father in law a happy New Year. Now I don't make any promises at all because I don't know if I'm allowed to keep them.

Talk to my own father about it he says "At least you got to see her though, right?" I've been trying to explain to my dad that this asshole just used my daughter to hustle an early retirement. He says, "Talk like makes me wonder if you should see her."

In case y'all are wondering, No. I have never hurt or molested my daughter. If I had the courts would have probably given me more rights than I have now. For reasons I won't get into I'm not on her birth certificates. I don't take her grandpa to court because her aunt is a killer.
 
@Dannyblueyes are you white?

How you let so many other factors control your situation more than you?

Her mom was a hustler so a lot of things in our life were handled outside the law. When she died I was an illegal immigrant with no job fighting an felony indictment for grand theft auto. On the day she passed I asked him to get her so that she wouldn't see the coroners take her mom from our apartment. He did and never gave her back. Threatened to call immigration if I called the police. I called my dad for help and ended up in the situation I'm in now.

I'll admit that while this was going on I didn't want to believe what was happening. My relationship with my father in law and extended family had been great up until then. I figured that he was upset so I should give him some time. Eventually his leave of absence from work would end and he would have to give her back. Dumb shit like that. It also didn't help that circumstances forced me to leave my apartment and move into a tiny room in a rat infested West Oakland house. I wouldn't have been able to take her in if I wanted to.

It took two years to settle my court case and plead down to a misdemeanor. It took another year to get my green card. Today I've finished my probation and have a legit business, but her grandpa has also essentially become her "dad". Ripping her away from her home would be cruel.
 
I talk to my Pops at least 3 times a week. I talk to Moms at least once a week. My boys talks to them damn near every other day especially my youngest the skyping bandit. Not speaking with your parents is tragic.
I agree it is tragic. I was home this weekend and each time I see them, it refuels me.

Tell my in-laws hi next time you talk to them:)
 
I just went to a former coworker's husband's funeral today. He up and passed away last monday. He was a breh in his 50's local police chief and war vet father,husband and friend. Get ya affairs in order and tell ya peoples if u can u love em.

Stay on that bullshit if u wanna. If u hold grudges you ain't hurting no 1 but yourself.
 
I watched my thoughtful parents lose everything right before my eyes. They were loving, caring and generous. They were protective to me and my siblings. We grew up in a beautiful home..if any of my extended family needed a place or money...without hesitation they granted them a room to sleep with meals. I saw my parents kindness at a very young age....

FAST FORWARD to when they became seniors....

My dad suffered multiple strokes and my mom's developed alzheimers.. They wound up losing the house because of civil issues and not keeping up with the bills. I moved them in with me because they were alone and the vultures in my family kept begging them for money. The hardest part to all this is when I saw my mother wedding ring disappear off her finger and the house was too far gone to catch up. I hired lawyers to protect them and settle the civil matters. That day I got a U Haul and got them out.

It was such a comforting feeling to know they were safe. As my radical father health deteriorated he was bound to a wheelchair. We sat outside many days listening to his Blues. His final stroke was the fatal blow that ended him. I sat with him in the hospital, making calls. No fuckingbody came to say their goodbyes. He held on for a week....The last night I whispered for him to let go, mom will be well taken care of....that night he transitioned.

Mom's in her last stages of this fucked up disease...she has a strong will to stay alive. She gets visits from kin 1000 miles away.
Out of all the siblings and the family my parents cared for and loved only one makes visits.

This is a fucked up pattern that's happening with this disgusting and lost generation. I think it maybe the reason for me to only have one child.
 
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